TOMATOES. Some progress. The tiny tomato plants have been moved outdoors and among the many blossoms are two tiny little "maters" no bigger than a fingernail. However a cardinal was sitting on the pot so not sure what that means. Do cardinals eat tomatoes; was he just helping out with fertilization: hiding among the greenery? Ever notice how twitchy cardinals are? Probably that bright red coat causes a lot of unwanted attention as birds have even keener eyesight for color than humankind. As we feed all sorts at our Bird Bistro that includes prey birds (preying on their smaller brethren).
KARMA Things got interesting the last couple of weeks. Tucker is out, Dumpty lost in court and Georgie porgie santos got indicted on 13 federal charges. Of course Tuck will reemerge; Dumpty is appealing the verdict (though a tornado wiping out his rally in Iowa should be a sign) and GP Santos is denying all charges. But we will still call it a win for the karma crowd. So interesting that the former prez immediately calls the judge biased. I suppose if you have no character or integrity it is hard to fathom someone who does. What is the old saying "if everyone is lying, is against you or cheating, the paranoia is yours".
Also bizarre is the obscene amounts of grift, gifts, etc. (bribes) going on at the highest levels. Of course it always existed, we just weren't as informed and usually when found out, resignations would follow. When us 'little people" worked in government we were not allowed to accept anything we could not "consume" on the spot technically. If it was anything else we had to refuse or report. Funny how the so-called rule of law only applies to some people. When found out at the lower levels, folks were immediately disciplined or discharged. I know as I wielded the discipline in several cases. Workers' comp fraud (running a business while out on comp); unemployment fraud (working for us and collecting unemployment from us at the same time); work fraud making personal calls on our dime (to a porn site-what a mastermind); being assigned to attend classes to implement a new program and then skipping class (that was a special piece of detective work). Perhaps naive, but I was always shocked when I discovered the level of duplicity.
FIREPOWER On another front. I was filling out the application to renew my CPL (concealed pistol license) and I started thinking about the first time I fired something larger than a .22. Although ostensibly (I knew it was a fruitless task) monitoring the amount of lead exposure at the police firing range, I of course had to sample what the folks were shooting. Without any precautionary warning I was handed Mickey Mouses' (earmuffs) and a Glock. Not understanding the kickback, I tried it one-handed promptly whacking myself in the face. General hilarity ensued.
Couple of observations. My revolver is much harder to fire than our semi-auto and requires quite a lot of pressure on the trigger. Which makes me wonder how people can say "the gun just went off"- I'm guessing it was altered. How many folks actually just tuck their weapon in their rear waistband without a back holster or is that just television? I would think you would hear more about "rear-end" incidents. Ponder people drinking and carrying their "little friend" in their waistband. Yep, makes a lot of sense to try to keep bars "fire-free" but of course that won't happen.
Amazing too is the number of specialized holsters I can buy. If you see a lady with unusual bumps on her chest, use caution as she may be packing. Bra holsters are all the rage for those itty-bitty pistols. Though one usually needs a purse holster for her full-sized beauty and there are some lovely cross-body bandeliers for those who like to keep their powder dry and close to their heart. Yes all of this was covered in class.
MOTHER TIME Switching gears once again. Happy Mother's Day to all and sundry. I was blessed to have both a Mother and Mother-in-law that were exceptional women. One full of life and passion; the other tolerant and steady and both with a streak of steel. Oddly enough one of the last times I saw each of them involved food, because of course, we're Moms. But not in the traditional sense.
Mom was pining for homemade custard as she recovered from her latest health episode in the nursing home. I, the non-cook, was determined to fulfill the wish; from scratch! I stuck a bowl in my pocket and tip-toed it into her room as it was probably not on her diet. She then asked me to feed her so giggling I made like a Robin and her baby bird. When I left she bid farewell in a way that she hadn't since I was a child. I think she knew. That was the last time I spoke to her.
My Mom-in-law was hospitalized in the end. Her words to me were "I'm so glad you came, I know you'll take care of things". Meaning her situation was intolerable and dismissive when the nurse in answer to my questions said "she's old" and shrugged. In a heart-to-heart with the doctor we got her moved but it was too late. One of the last times she was conscious I was raising hell to get her something to eat as it had been hours. She was too weak so I fed her. I am thankful I was there.
Then there is my other favorite Mom, my daughter. Where did she get that strength and calmness to comfort her little son when he went into convulsions from a spiking fever. How does she know exactly how to temper love with discipline on a boy who charms the birds out of the trees. Blessed with incredible sisters and sis-in-law, I am proud to be part of a family of exceptional women.
Peace Out.... 💖 💛💙
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